SSC2004 Story: [First and last]

"BATTEMENT FRAPPE"

by Alex Birch

Words: 502

Category: First and Last

'Madness! Madness!....' the maestro cried '...I cannot permit such a
thing!'

I was arts critic of 'The Globe' back then and interviewing Maxim
Sholokhov, master of the Korchnoi Ballet school, the finest on earth.  
I'd requested to view one of his secret classes,  producing apoplexy. 
After gentle reminders that my newspaper had sponsored the British tour
of his young protegees and had invested heavily in his school, he
looked at me steadily and then, to my surprise, gave in.

'You may watch secretly BUT...you must publish nothing until I am dead
and mention none of the girls by name! I am an old man with little time
left. You will not regret it!'

Excited, I agreed and soon was seated in an office adjacent to the
classroom where, to my astonishment, I could see the whole length of
the room through a two way mirror, used, he said, to check on
concentration levels when he left them alone.

He left me to begin his tuition, and within minutes the cream of young
Russian dancers filed into the next room, beautiful young girls with
superb posture, trim young figures and, to my shock, completely naked. 
My cock hardened as I stared at the fine skin, firm young breasts with
button hard nipples, the firm young bottoms and uniformly shaved
pussies.

The music commenced and the dancers began their exercises on the barre.
 I gasped as each girl's body stretched out, breasts thrusting forward,
legs raised in symmetry,  the human form at its most beautiful.  The
'arabesque', one leg raised as high as possible, is a delight and,
naked, each of these beauties displayed her anus and vulva in a
wonderful synchronised choreography.  Sholokhov walked down the line
nodding and occasionally, where a girl was tiring, he would stop and
remove a small martinet from his belt.

Without a word he would flick the short strands upwards across the
perineum to sting both exposed holes and, to her credit, no cry came
from the girl merely a lifting higher of the leg until he stopped
whipping and moved on down the line.  Occasionally , throughout, he
would make notes on each girl's performance until at the end of the
class when the girls were dismissed, three remained behind, heads bowed
and cheeks flushed.  He sat, beckoning each one in turn over his lap
and I watched, open mouthed, as three naked bottoms were subjected to
an intense spanking.  Each girl rose unsteadily at the end her buttocks
aflame , her eyes red, but each left the room without crying and with
dignity.

Now the old man is dead, my manuscript close to completion and tonight
I will be introduced, at Covent Garden,  to Ludmilla Petrova, the
world's finest and most beautiful ballerina.  As I kiss her hand and
worship at her feet, little will she know  I once saw a young girl,
naked as the day she was born, receiving a spanking which helped
produce the greatest dancer on earth.